[10 ch today, 10 tomorrow]
"Ahhhh! Stop hitting me!!"
Qian Daoliu's agonized roar exploded over Sea God Island like thunder.
But this cry carried no anger,
no humiliation,
no shattered pride of a super Douluo.
It carried something far deeper—
the despair of a man about to miss a meal.
"If we delay any longer—
WE WON'T MAKE IT FOR TOMORROW'S DINNER!!!"
Dinner.
That one word, bellowed with the force of shattering mountains and seas, contained a conviction fiercer than any battle intent.
The Seven Sacred Pillar Douluos froze on the spot.
Dinner…?
You're a level 99 super Douluo.
You flew half the continent.
You got beaten with a scepter for ages.
And the thing you fear most…
is missing a meal?!
Their worldview was being stomped on repeatedly by this man.
And just as Bo Saixi's scepter swung down again,
Qian Daoliu did not dodge.
He inhaled sharply, lowered his stance, tightened his waist,
and threw a punch—
directly at the Sea God's sacred mithril scepter.
"Ha!"
The punch was simple, brutal—
fueled by pure longing for golden egg fried rice.
Next moment—
CLANG—!!!!
Metal screamed.
A shockwave exploded, blasting the cliffside with spiraling air.
The Seven Sacred Pillar Douluos staggered backward, robes flapping wildly.
Time froze.
Qian Daoliu's punch remained extended.
Bo Saixi held her scepter poised mid-strike.
All eyes locked onto the Sea God Scepter—
the divine weapon passed down for countless generations,
crafted from deep-sea mithril,
now bent into…
a perfect L-shape.
Qian Daoliu stared blankly.
This shape…
This was too familiar…
Bo Saixi stared at her treasured scepter, now resembling an elderly walking cane.
Her entire body trembled.
"Qian. Dao. Liu."
She forced out each syllable with teeth clenched so hard they might crack.
Like grieving a fallen comrade, she gently placed the L-shaped scepter back into her spirit tool.
Then she raised her head.
Her sea-blue eyes darkened into a churning abyss.
Boom—!
Sea-blue flames burst from her body like a tsunami.
The skies trembled.
The ocean roared.
Behind her, the phantom of the Sea God manifested—terrifying and divine.
Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Red!
When those nine rings rose up—
The Seven Sacred Pillar Douluos gasped in unison.
"The Great Priestess… is serious!"
But Qian Daoliu didn't recoil.
He actually sighed in relief.
Yes.
Good.
Fight quickly!
Fight thoroughly!
Once she tires out, he'll drag her back to eat dinner!
He looked at Bo Saixi's berserk form—and even showed a trace of guilt.
"Xi Xi! I don't want to fight you either!"
"But once we get to Feng Ran Pavilion, you'll understand!"
"You'll even THANK ME!"
With that—
Golden light erupted behind him.
The Six-Winged Angel descended, divine and majestic.
Nine shimmering rings rose like a corona.
Two super Douluos—standing at the apex of the world—finally unleashed their full power.
Meanwhile…
Feng Ran Pavilion — First Floor Lobby
While Sea God Island was on the verge of exploding into a heaven-shaking battle…
Here, tranquility reigned.
Tranquility—and utter absurdity.
Over a dozen Titled Douluos stood petrified mid-bite, mid-chew, mid-breath.
Their eyes were uniformly fixed on the counter.
There, Lin Feng reclined lazily in his lounge chair, eyes closed, resting.
And in front of him—
The Blue Silver Emperor potted plant…
was performing an all-out, seductive pole-dance-without-a-pole routine.
Its slender waist-like leaf twisted gently toward Lin Feng every now and then.
The posture…
The rhythm…
It lacked nothing but background music and stage lighting.
When Lin Feng ignored it?
The plant extended several sinfully elegant vines, trying to rub against him.
Shwing—
An invisible barrier blocked it instantly.
The Blue Silver Emperor: …QAQ
Its leaves drooped pitifully.
Three seconds later—
Round 2.
Different posture.
Same goal.
"Heh…"
A quiet chuckle broke the silence.
Everyone turned to see Dai Tianfeng covering his face, shoulders trembling, eyes lifeless.
"Your Majesty…?" the Prime Minister asked cautiously.
"It's nothing."
Dai Tianfeng lowered his hand, revealing the hollow gaze of a man who had seen through the universe itself.
He glanced at the seductive Blue Silver Emperor.
Then at the unbothered group of Titled Douluos around him.
He exhaled deeply.
"I'm just thinking…"
"My state of mind has ascended to a new realm."
"No matter what absurd things happen next…
I won't be surprised anymore."
He was numb.
Completely numb.
Even after seeing a potted plant trying to become someone's wife…
What in the world could still faze him?
Just let everything burn.
Let the world end.
In this strange atmosphere, only two people remained pure.
Spirit Kite Douluo—face buried in a bowl larger than her head, devouring food.
And Ning Rongrong, silently crying while eating next to Ning Fengzhi.
This was her first truly full meal at Feng Ran Pavilion.
The moment the fried rice was set before her—
Her eyes turned red.
The rice grains were plump, golden, fragrant—
each grain a tiny star of flavor.
She scooped a bite.
BOOM—
The Big Bang erupted in her mouth.
Her spirit soared.
The exhaustion of being roasted for hours vanished a little.
"Wu… s-so delicious…"
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
And not just from sheer flavor—
but from pure, raw indignation toward the group of perverted, shameless, shamelessly perverted old men around her.